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#198: Kinks (Smut)

#198: Kinks- brizzlefromtheblock

Niall: He can't help but get turned on at that tiny black dress you're wearing. It doesn't help to know what you have on underneath and his mouth is watering. He's itching to tear that black dress off you and make you scream. He ran his fingers down the back of your neck, making you shiver. There's no denying the lust in his eyes as he looks at you and you blushed under his gaze. You were out to dinner with friends from work and Niall was eye-fucking you at the table. He ran his hand down your arm and to your thigh, grazing the tips of his fingers over the exposed skin at your knee. "Niall," you bit out, squirming away from him. He brought you right back, using your body movement to slide his hand higher up your leg until they played with the black lace underneath. "I want to tear this dress off you," he whispered in your ear. No one else at the table noticed what he was doing. "I'm going to make you crazy, tonight baby," with that, his finger slipped past the lace and touched you, his fingers slick with your desire. You stifled a moan by biting on your lower lip as he pressed on your clit. "You'll be screaming my name, I can promise you that. I'm going to make you beg," he pressed down on that little bundle of nerves, your fingers in a white knuckle grip on the table. He lowered his mouth, sucking on your ear as he continued to finger you. You slid down a little and his whole finger slid in, filling you. He pumped in and out, slowly, making sure he filled you completely with each little thrust. You were shaking now, leaning heavily against him as he sucked your neck.  "Come for me, right now," he ordered huskily, his mouth still on your ear. With a final thrust of his finger and press to your clit, you exploded around his hand. "There's a good girl." He drew his hand back and licked you off him, a wicked gleam in his eye. You fell back against the chair, shaking. "I'm not through with you yet, baby," he said, his hand running down your cheek. Knowing Niall, he was no where near finished.

Liam: Liam is rough. He loves picking you up, pressing you flush against a wall. "You like that, baby?" He growled, his hips rolling into yours. You could feel him pressed against you and you squirmed. His eyes were almost black as he held you effortlessly with one hand. "I'm going to fuck you so good baby," he said huskily, his mouth nipping at the skin of your neck. "But first, I'm going to tell you exactly what I want you to do with that pretty mouth of yours." He dropped you on the bed, staring down at you. He was in control and whatever he wanted, you'd do. He stripped quickly, watching you lick your full lower lip and he groaned. It was so hot when you did that. "How far can you take me, baby?" He asked running a hand down his length. Greedily, you scooted forward placing his tip in your mouth. With just the slightest bit of suction, you had Liam on his knees. He guided your mouth forward, his thick hand wrapping around your hair. You took him as deep as you could until he hit the back of your throat. He moaned, his fingers lightly tracing your cheeks as you sucked. "You do daddy so good, baby girl," he moaned, thrusting into your mouth. He touched your face, feeling your cheeks hollow around him. You felt yourself get wet as he dirty talked you, your clit throbbing in response. "I'm gunna come and you're gunna swallow every last drop," you swirled your tongue around his tip, giving a final suck before he came in your mouth. Just as you were told, you swallowed every drop greedily milking him until he was dry. He brought you to your feet and sealed his mouth over yours, with one thrust, he was deep inside you. "Daddy," you moaned, bouncing up and down on him. Fuck, did you feel so good squeezing him like that. With a final thrust, Liam lost himself, burying his head in your chest.

Zayn: Zayn stared down at you, his eyes dark. He licked his lower lip, his lips pulling into a smirk as he did so. You were on the bed, looking up at him between thick black lashes. He'd been dreaming of your sweet little body all day and he was rock hard in his jeans. He climbed on top of you, pressing his hips into yours and you spread your legs in welcome. He rubbed against you, his jeans creating a delicious sensation against your bare skin. "I've been dreaming about this all day," he said huskily, running his hand down between your breasts and below you navel. "How you'd feel, how you'd scream my name," with a flick of his wrist, he had you on your stomach. He pressed back into you, your cheek in the mattress. You moaned, the feeling of him between your legs making you weak. He wrapped his fist in your hair, pulling. You loved when he pulled your hair like this, it made you so hot. His hand slid down between your bodies and from behind he teased you, the tips of his fingers brushing against your sex. "Be patient, baby." He kept teasing you like that, his fingers lightly touching and moving away, his mouth on your neck. He tugged your hair again, his finger slipping inside you and you bucked against him. "Do you want me baby?" He growled, finger pumping in and out. You moaned, hips arching to meet him. "Do you want me to take you like this?" You wriggled your ass against him and that's all he needed. Freeing himself, Zayn slid into your from behind, your hair still wrapped around his fist as he fucked you. "You feel so fucking good," he said still moving. When you came around him, Zayn let himself go too. He collapsed on top of you and saw you grin. "That was great," he laughed and cuddled you into his arms.

Louis: You woke up to Louis' tongue on you. Your fingers twisted in his hair as he sucked on you, your body shaking above his. He looked up at you from between your legs and winked. You were mumbling out his name as he continued, his tongue doing wicked things. But suddenly he stopped. "I'm late for work," he smiled and left you frustrated on the center of the bed. Then the texts started. He told you not to touch yourself until he got home so he could finish what he started. You were aching for him, so uncomfortably aroused from earlier. His texts got worse. "I can't wait to taste you again, make you come in my mouth," You shook, setting your phone down. Two minutes later, there was another. "I can't wait to be inside you and hear you scream out my name. Everyone will know who you belong to." You moaned, shifting on the couch. Then the phone calls came. "Hi baby," he said huskily, his voice making you shake. "Have you touched yourself?" he asked. You assured him no, you had not. "Feel how wet you are. Tell me." You touched yourself gently, whimpering at your wetness."So wet baby, only for you." you whispered, your fingers sliding back up your body. "Fuck," he muttered, his breathing harsh. "I need to come home." You moaned and he hung up. Twenty minutes later the front door slammed open. He was straining against his pants, you could see it as he walked towards you. With one swipe of his hand, he cleared the kitchen table and had your back pressed to it, undoing his zipper. Your legs fell open and he cursed, sliding inside you. "Fuck yes," he hissed, hips pumping furiously into yours. "Fuck, you're so tight, so wet for me baby girl," He rubbed your clit as he went, your eyes rolling back into your head. "Scream it, scream my name. Tell the world who's making you feel this good." You obeyed, screaming out his name as he drilled you into the table. No doubt all of London knew who you belonged to after that.

Harry: Harry ran his hand down your hip from behind, his mouth at your neck. It was late but Harry was too keyed up to sleep. He was uncomfortably turned on, for starters. "Bed, baby," he said. The look in his eyes left no room for argument as you followed him upstairs. You stripped and went to put on one of his shirts before he stopped you. "I want to try something, baby," he said seductively, his eyes roaming over your body. You watched him produce a pair of silver handcuffs and he smirked. Your throat went dry. "Trust me? If you want, I can stop at any time." You nodded, massively turned on at the idea of him doing whatever he wanted to you. He cuffed you to the headboard, eyes raking you in. "All mine," he moved down to your chest, sucking the skin as he went. He removed your bra and closed his mouth of your nipple, flicking his tongue over it. You squirmed beneath him. "Still, baby," he lavished your left nipple with attention, teeth closing around it softly making you jerk off the bed. He moved down your body, his nose running along your sex and he bit through the fabric of your panties. "So wet, baby girl. Look at you, dripping for me." He slid his finger inside and moaned, his head dropping to your pelvis. "Who made you this wet?" He asked, sliding the black piece of satin down your legs. "Y-you," you cried out as his tongue licked up you. You bucked against the headboard as Harry ate you out in long, leisurely licks. Once he felt you close to orgasm, he moved and thrust into you hard. He brought your legs up past his hips as he pounded into you, eyes wild and dark with lust. "Oh yes, yes," he moaned, head falling back as he fucked you. "So good, so good for me baby girl," He rubbed your clit furiously and on a curse he came, bringing you with him. He collapsed on top of you, his head nuzzled in your neck. "I love you," he said cheekily, kissing your nose. You laughed as he uncuffed you and you curled into his chest.